LOL....dont like beer tho!

OMG! That is one weird lookin animal

My sweetie got tickets to the pirates game for tonite!
Ive never been to a game before and my son was at one when he was 2.
The kids are excited to go to.
We got box seats.

Flyleaf...all around me

Long night in conversation
Learning of each other
Every situation
We've been through
Everything we want to do
Talk for hours....
Seems like minutes
That first night
You sang to me
Your voice so strong
As you played your guitar
Showed me the real you
Right from the start
Shared with me
Your beautiful soul
Warm and loving heart
And that was our first conversation
The beginning of a beautiful start

An amazing, beautiful yet sad write.
Thank you for sharing.

My x hardly bothers with the kids.
When we first divorced and i filed for cs he actually asked"can i just sign my rights away?'
Then he told them to put him in jail cuz he wasent payin.
He never has done reg. vivitations or overnites.
Our divorce is final now and its all cuz he dosent want me to have free time to date.
He quit his job last year and they acctualy lowered his support to 50 bucks a month thats for 2 kids!
now he is workin but barely payin anything at all. Its all about the money for him not about the kids.
They hardly bother with him at all anymore cuz now they c him for who he really is.

As i sit here in the stary night
The air still warm thick and sweet
A thought of you comes over me
Your smile so warm and tender sweet
The softness of your touch upon me
As we walk hand in hand
Our fingers intertwined
Such happiness you have brought to me
The sound of your voice...
Your laughter....intoxicating
You truely are one of a kind
And i thank god every day....
That he brought you to me
A man so loving and kind

Beautiful yet painful heatfelt write

This is our song. Luv this song it says it all.

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping i would find true love along the broken road
But i got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart,they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much i know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years i spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time i lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much i know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

Now i'm just rolling home
Into my lovers arms
This much i know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

size 9 feet

barefoot or cute summer sandles or flipflops

no smelly feet here

weekly pedicures

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport passenger lounge in Bozeman, Montana, while awaiting their respective flights. One is an American Indian passing through from Lame Deer, another is a Cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show and the third passenger is a fundamentalist Arab student, newly arrived at Montana State University from the Middle East Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table, tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face, and lights a cigarette. The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around, and the old windsock is flapping; but still no plane comes. Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly he speaks, 'At one time here... my people were many... but sadly, now we are few.' The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, 'Once my people were few,' he sneers, 'and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?' The cowboy removes his cigarette from his mouth and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a smooth drawl . . . 'I reckon that's 'cause we ain't played Cowboys and Muslims yet, But I do believe it's a-comin'.

Sunday...he's my sweetie

Good Morning

Thanks seahawks....hes a great guy!

Taken...and so very happy!